It’s All Dots
Physicist, Nassim Haramein, says he had an illuminating moment as a child when he realized that all of existence was made up of dots. From the sub-atomic particles of the cells that make up our bodies, to the pinpoints of stars that splay throughout space. In simplest terms: it’s all dots.
My little family, comprised of myself, Jeb and the Bohemian, well, I guess we’re all dots too. Orbiting each other in close proximity for days, the rainy weather has us inside, up close, and personal.
This morning those two boys are sleeping. And I’m here, the lone woman, with my coffee, a computer screen and hints of Monday morning traffic mingling with birdsong. The trees are swaying. The light is just coming on.
I’m wondering what words are here to share. As I search the inner recesses of my being, tap the cells, what I get are dots.
When you’re only an inch from the screen, all you see is pixelation. A blur of spots, singular and random. Zoom out to take some space, and slowly the chaos reveals an organization only visible through fresh perspective.
A stormy weather weekend has had me on macro lens. It’s beautiful to stop and look in close. Yet sometimes microscopic vision can’t see the forest for the trees.
It’s a new week, and hopefully, some clearing skies. Time to take in an overview.
I’m zooming out. Taking notes on what I find.
Language of Dreamtime Birds
I wake just before
3am
from dreams of making soup
with earthen gemstones
the Bohemian and I
are measuring ingredients
in increments of 11
creating some
hearty brew
of twisting copper
turquoise
chrysocolla
garnet
and jade
from the sky
a manta-ray shaped
bird
flies by and swoops me
skimming my head
and imparting one word
as it makes a sharp
right hand turn
macko
in Hebrew
this means
God is with us
or a Slavic form
gift from God
in Japan
no ‘c’
and this means
truth
my international translation:
truth
is the presence of Grace
gifted in this moment


